CORPUS OFFAL - (Self-Titled) (LP) Blood/Silver Merge w/Black Splatter
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CORPUS OFFAL (Texas, USA) - (Self-Titled) (new LP; not sealed) (2025) Released by 20 Buck Spin on "Metallic Fleshed Grotesqueries" vinyl (Blood/Silver Merge w/Black Splatter)
The unexpected demise of CEREBRAL ROT came swiftly after two renowned cult albums. Yet just as expediently, a malodorous new organism arose in its place, CORPUS OFFAL. Still featuring CEREBRAL ROT’s rancid core of Ian Schwab (guitar / vox) and Clyle Lindstrom (guitar), the CORPUS OFFAL rhythm section of Jason Sachs (bass) and Jesse Shreibman (drums) now summon intensely elevated waves of stomach-churning nausea.
After last year’s demo defloration, CORPUS OFFAL presents its self-titled debut full-length erupting like a festering corpse dragged from a midnight sewer; putrid, pulverizing and perversely invigorating.
A bludgeoning autopsy of Death Metal, Gore and Deathgrind, the low-tuned grooves, discordant leads and mid-tempo rumble of
CEREBRAL ROT is evident in tracks like
‘Spinous Forms of Mortal Abhorrence’ and the title-track while setting the bar for a melted transformation into more ghastly liquified forms.
The gargling slime vox of
Ian Schwab are dangerously radioactive, summoned straight from the sealed basement of a nuked morgue narrating a splatter-fest of morbid poetry, decomposing flesh, absurd experiments, and gruesome transgression. Each song plays out like a medical examiner’s case file crossed with the fevered ramblings of a psychopath—precise in its anatomical horror and repugnant in its bizarre depravity.
Consecrated with an impossibly heavy
Billy Anderson production, by the time
CORPUS OFFAL reaches its cataclysmic conclusion, you’re left drained, disoriented, and left wondering whether you’ve survived a masterpiece or witnessed the musical equivalent of a snuff film.
So enter the crematorium, inhale deeply and be filled with the corporeal intoxication of
CORPUS OFFAL’s carnage. This is a sonic slaughterhouse and you’re the carcass. --
20 Buck Spin – SPIN202
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